Chapter 113 The 113th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 113 The 113th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

"Wen Chan, I've found two useful pieces of information!"

Zhang Yurong looked at Wen Chan, who was walking downstairs, with shining eyes, and handed her the spreadsheet.

Wen Chan took the document, glanced at it, and narrowed her eyes. "Is this message confirmed?"

Zalia said, "That should be right. Three people called to report this news, and we each gave them thirty dollars."

"here you go."

Wen Chan asked, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Who among you knows how to fish?"

"Good morning, Sam. Fishing again." Jeff and his family greeted Sam Walton, who was carrying a fishing bucket, as they came down the hill.

Old Sam smiled at them, "Yes, the weather is nice today, we're sure to have a great victory!"

Jeff's wife, Mary, asked with concern, "Old Sam, you're not feeling well. Is it safe for you to go fishing alone?"

Old Sam waved his hand. His hands were rough with large knuckles, not at all like those of a pampered business owner. In fact, until last year, Old Sam was still helping out at various stores, personally carrying goods and driving to purchase groceries. He only retired at the end of last year after his family persuaded him to because he was feeling unwell.

"It's alright, look how strong I am. I can eat two hamburgers in one meal now, no problem at all. Goodbye, Susie."

Old Sam greeted Jeff and Mary's daughter Susie before carrying his fishing bucket uphill.

Not far away.

Wen Chan and the others hid in the woods.

Jiang Zihan was somewhat surprised and whispered, "I didn't expect that rich people in America are so approachable."

Jeff and Mary's family were clearly dressed like an ordinary middle-class family. Except for their daughter Susie's dress, which was a bit new, Jeff and Mary's clothes were faded from washing.

Wen Chan said, "Old Sam started his business here. You could say that almost everyone here has bought something from his store. In the retail industry, the most important thing is interpersonal relationships. He can't be like those rich people on Wall Street, who are high and mighty and look down on everyone."

At this point, she looked at Jiang Zihan and asked, "Are you really okay with fishing later?"

Wen Chan originally thought that fishing wasn't technically difficult, and since Zalia and the others were middle-class, they might have learned it.

Little did they know that Zarya and her friends were into horseback riding and frisbee, and fishing was something they considered too unfashionable.

Even Li Yi grew up in Beijing and was pressured by his family to study from a young age, so he only had a superficial understanding of fishing.

Jiang Zihan clenched her hands and said firmly, "There will absolutely be no problem. I may not be good at anything else, but I'm quite skilled at fishing."

"That's good. We might have to rely on you today."

Wen Chan patted Jiang Zihan on the shoulder, "If you can strike up a conversation with him, you'll get a five-figure bonus this month."

Jiang Zihan's eyes lit up immediately. When Wen Chan smiled and said it was in US dollars, she stared at Wen Chan, patted her chest, and said, "Sister Wen, leave it to me!"

There's a lake on this mountain. It's not exactly secluded, but because the water quality is good, there are plenty of fish. As always, Old Sam brought a bottle of Coke and drank it while waiting for the fish to bite.

The weather was fine, and although it was already autumn, the bright autumn breeze was full of the scent of grass and trees.

"Shhh—"

Hearing the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves, Old Sam curiously turned around and tugged at his sun hat.

Wen Chan and her group came over carrying large and small bags, smiled and nodded at Old Sam, then put some distance between themselves and sat down next to him, taking out folding stools, fishing rods, and fish food.

As Zhang Yurong walked past Jiang Zihan, she patted her arm and whispered, "Keep it up."

Jiang Zihan clenched her fist, full of confidence.

Old Sam smiled and shook his head when he saw her clumsy movements as she took out her fishing rod.

But half an hour later.

Old Sam stared wide-eyed at Jiang Zihan.

"The fish are coming up again!" Matt exclaimed, reaching for a bucket to catch them, but upon looking left and right, he found both buckets were already full.

Jiang Zihan gripped the fishing rod, the fishing line already stretched taut in mid-air. With one hand she grabbed the net and with the other she exerted force, a shimmering silver bass slicing through the water, its scales reflecting the colorful sunlight, and splashed into the net.

"Unbelievable!"

Zarya and the others were stunned.

Both buckets were filled with lively fish; the fish they caught in just half an hour were enough to feed each of them for a day.

On the other side, Old Sam's side remained completely still, except for the occasional dragonfly that skimmed the surface of the water, creating tiny ripples.

"Hey, look, isn't he leaving?"

Matt pointed over there and said in a low voice.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong looked over at Old Sam. Old Sam sat up, put away his fishing rod and folding stool, and picked up his fishing bucket.

Zhang Yurong's eyes showed a hint of panic, her breathing became rapid, and she looked at Wen Chan, asking with her eyes what to do.

Wen Chan pressed down on Zhang Yurong's shoulder, sat down on the stool, and turned her head to look at Old Sam: "Mr. Sam, are you leaving?"

Old Sam was taken aback for a moment, but not too surprised, after all, his face was quite recognizable. "What else can we do but leave? Your friend is really amazing, I've never seen anyone fish so well!"

"It's because our location is better."

Wen Chan smiled and said, "Why don't you come over here and give it a try?"

Old Sam was somewhat tempted. Wen Chan gave Jiang Zihan a look, and Jiang Zihan understood and quickly said, "Yes, if you don't mind, let's go fishing together and learn from each other. I'm very curious about what brand your fishing rod is; it looks very nice."

For anglers, there's nothing more pleasing to the ear than complimenting the beauty of their fishing rods.

Old Sam walked over with a cheerful smile.

Darren and the others quickly made way for them.

"This is a Ugly Stik fishing rod that my daughter gave me. It's a very good quality rod, and you can buy one for only $20 at Walmart."

Old Sam shared this with Jiang Zihan.

He looked at Jiang Zihan's bait and asked curiously, "What brand is your bait?"

Jiang Zihan pointed to the bait in front of her and said with a smile, "This is free. I'll tell you how to make it. You need chicken liver, flour and fish intestines. Mix them together, chop them up, and shape them into small balls. Fish love this."

Old Sam stroked his chin: "This recipe isn't anything special, so why do you have so many fish here?"

Jiang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I've kept a secret. The most important thing is a few drops of chive juice. That's the key, and you absolutely mustn't tell anyone. Try my bait."

She generously shared the fish bait she had prepared.

Old Sam didn't stand on ceremony; he picked one up and hung it on the fishing hook.

Jiang Zihan is really good at using bait; Old Sam caught a fish in less than ten minutes this time.

He gave Jiang Zihan a thumbs up and praised her highly.

Wen Chan didn't disturb him at that moment. She waited until he had finished enjoying himself and poured all the fish he had caught back into the lake before going over to him and saying, "Mr. Sam, may I bother you for a moment? Do you know about the Particle Foundation?"

Old Sam was emptying the water from his fishing bucket. He patted the bottom of the bucket, turned his head slightly to look at them, and suddenly realized, "You guys are from the Particle Foundation?"

He stood up, carrying the bucket: "Then you've come to the wrong person. I've handed over all the Walmart business to my son."

"You built such a large company from scratch, investing decades of your heart and soul into it. Aren't you willing to spend five minutes listening to us introduce ourselves? Perhaps this is a decision that will influence Walmart for the next thirty years!"

Wen Chan spoke calmly, her voice not loud, but very firm.

Old Sam took a few steps, and disappointment appeared on everyone's faces. Just then, he suddenly turned around, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Wen Chan, "You're so confident?"

"It's not about being confident; it's about having the capability."

A glint of light flashed in Wen Chan's eyes. The fish had taken the bait. "You haven't reached an agreement with Goldman Sachs yet, have you? In that case, why not have another option? Just like Walmart's product selection, we never let a single brand dominate your supply chain!"

Old Sam looked at Wen Chan with great interest. "Go on."

“There’s no need to say anything more.” Wen Chan held out her hand to Jiang Zihan, who immediately took out a business card from her bag and handed it to her. Wen Chan took the card and walked towards Old Sam. “This is my business card. If you change your mind, you can call me anytime. I can guarantee that the terms we offer will definitely not make you regret it!”

After saying this, she turned around and walked back, leading everyone to pack their things and leave.

Darren and the others dared not utter a sound.

On the way back in the SUV, Zhang Yurong looked at Wen Chan with admiration and doubt, "What conditions do we have that can compare with Goldman Sachs?"

Wen Chan smiled. "Not yet."

"ah?!"

Matt, who was eavesdropping in the front seat, almost slipped off his seat. He turned around and looked at Wen Chan incredulously: "So you were just bragging?"

Wen Chan crossed her arms and leaned against the car window. Her high ponytail accentuated her beautiful and delicate face, making her look like a piece of porcelain in a boutique window in winter. She raised an eyebrow and said, "I didn't think this was anything special, did I? We just don't have it yet, but we will soon."

Everyone silently gave a thumbs up in their hearts.

Before this, no one knew how Wen Chan persuaded Old Sam. Everyone thought she had some secret weapon, but it turned out she relied entirely on empty promises. Ironically, everyone thought this trick might work.

Wen Chan's lips curled up slightly.

Her reasons for approaching Sam Walton were not so simple. Walmart is a family business, but who says family businesses don't have conflicts? Even a family of three can have conflicts, let alone a family with so many members.

This tactic might yield some useful information.

After everyone returned, they spent the entire afternoon waiting for news.

In the evening, everyone ate pizza while sorting through intelligence sent from various places and keeping an eye on the phone.

Wen Chan's phone rang. She was eating a slice of cheese and beef pizza when she answered the phone. She first said "hello" and then changed her tone to "halo".

Everyone looked at her.

"OK, let's meet at your company headquarters the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Wen Chan agreed, "Sweet dreams."

After hanging up the phone, she smiled at the crowd staring at her: "Old Sam agreed to give us a chance!"

"Very good!"

Zalia and the others jumped and danced with joy!